Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain

Verse 1:

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness! God hath brought His Israel Into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; Led them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters.

Verse 2:

'Tis the spring of souls today; Christ hath burst His prison, And from three days' sleep in death As a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From His light, to Whom we give Laud and praise undying.

Verse 3:

Now the queen of seasons, bright With the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, Comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesu's resurrection.

Verse 4:

Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold Thee as a mortal; But today amidst the Twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace which evermore Passeth human knowing.